Chaos In The Darkness; Salvatores's Salvation-Chapter 196: Home - III
There were almost 15 to 20 small rooms and they had two beds on each side, like in a dormitory or maybe something out of the 1950s servant’s quarters.
However, that was not the point. The point remained that no matter how much she held out the words, Arabella did not respond, meaning that she was not here.
What pinched her more was the nanny that Salvatore had introduced to her on the airplane was not here as well.
Evelyn had definitely made a fool of herself. She should have never agreed to it in the first place.
"I suppose it’s clear now, Madam," Marco turned to look at her as he silently dismissed the guards. "No woman or man is harbouring a child here."
They were not.
"Cool," Evelyn muttered under her breath and turned around to leave.
She exited the servant’s quarters and once again saw every guard on every corner of the house, almost like they were shouting at her face that no matter what she did, she was not getting out of here. The amount of security he had invested here was bizarre.
She stormed into the house and upstairs to her bedroom. The moment she entered her bedroom, she slammed the door shut.
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Hours must have gone by with how long Evelyn remained on the bed, staring at the ceiling fan.
Tears slipped out of her eyes and disappeared into the hairline.
Arabella was not in the house and she was definitely not in the servant’s quarters. No one would have been able to keep her child quiet with any amount of sweets and chocolates, had Arabella heard her mummy’s voice.
She was not here and she was not in the servant’s quarters and there was no other building that anyone could think of.
It was definitely a given that she was not living with the houses that were for the guards. So that clearly meant Arabella was not living inside the house.
So where was her little girl? She was definitely not on the grounds and if she was not here, then where could she possibly be?
The door opened without a knock but Evelyn did not bother looking its way.
There was only one person that could walk inside any room without knocking and that was the master of the house: Salvatore D’alessandro, the Don.
"You look pathetic," she heard a huff. "Get up and look at me, Evelyn."
Evelyn scoffed and closed her eyes, releasing another set of tears. "Why would you want to look at someone’s pathetic face?"
"Because she happens to be my wife," the retort came back smoother than expected. "Now get up and do not make me repeat again."
Marco must have told him what happened and since Evelyn was not focused on the time, she did not know if he had come here in the middle of the day or if it was 7:00 in the evening.
She got up and sat with her legs crossed below her, keeping her focus on him, who still looks like he had done nothing the entire day because of how immaculately dressed he was.
"What is it?" She mumbled dryly.
He stared down at her with the deadpan expression. Something that was always on his face because obviously Salvatore did not bother to show her any kind of emotions anymore.
"I was informed about your little treasure hunt today. Did you find anything of use?" He played with his cuff earrings with that slight tilt of his head that lit some kind of blaze in her loins.
She gulped and shook herself out of it.
"She is not on the grounds, Salvatore. So, I did not find anything." Evelyn sounded snarky at this point but that was all she could do. If fate was on her side, she would rather have him clawed by her.
He nodded with his lips pursed a little. "All that effort was wasted because you chose not to ask."
Evelyn’s stare transformed into a glare as she narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you serious? Would you have really answered me if I asked you where my daughter was?"
Salvatore’s eyes snapped to hers and Evelyn recoiled back.
"It’s a good thing to give you a room that is soundproof." He shook his head lightly, "otherwise by now, my father would have been made aware."
"You cannot expect me to say that he is not already."
After all, Angelo was one of the suspects in her lists that she could never do anything about.
"Hmm," he hummed loudly and slowly, purposely prolonging the answer. "That is none of your concern."
For a few seconds Evelyn continued to stare at him. Was he really going to ignore the fact that he was now supposed to tell her where Arabella was?
"Sal —Don," she corrected herself quickly, "would you tell me where Arabella is?"
He did not answer.
Salvatore stared at her, making her squirm under his eyes. Even though the man was just looking at her with no weapon in his hands, he still appeared to be dangerous.
The aura around him even though he was fully clothed, it did not make him seem any less scarier than he was already.
The bulky and buffy frame of his could tell anyone that those muscles were not just meant for show, but could actually be put to use to crush the throat of the person and break bones.
Given that his suit jacket fit perfectly, It was not without any kind of weaponry hidden underneath it. Daggers, knives and guns in holsters were all present under those clothes.
So it did not matter if he was just staring at her from afar. He still had the perfect ability to kill her.
"How desperate are you to have Arabella back?"
He did not just ask her that. But at the end of the day, what did she expect from him? He was not a father yet; he did not feel those feelings that she did for her child.
"I am desperate, Don." She agreed with a shrug. "Desperate enough to get on my knees."
The hint came out of what he had made her do on the plane and she did not hold back from hinting at that.
To be honest, Evelyn would have never done that had she not have been desperate enough to save Arabella from any kind of danger.
Salvatore nodded, "Then you have nothing to worry about."
Why was he talking in riddles and half sentences and not just giving her any kind of answer that she was supposed to have?
At first he said that it was a useless attempt to find her daughter on her own, when she could have just asked him and when she did, there was nothing he gave her in terms of an answer. Not even a vague sentence remotely surrounding the area of the answer!
"Why can’t you just tell me where Arabella is?" She snapped, finally having enough of his vague answers. "I am not asking you to have her meet me; I’m just asking you where she is?"
"And I do not want to answer that." He replied effortlessly before turning around and walking over to the two single seater couches available to her in the room.
Evelyn stared at him from her position at the bed. He was very conveniently sitting on the couch, waiting for her to join him there and sit on the one next to him.
His leg was thrown over the other by his knee meeting the ankle, patiently waiting for her to arrive because it was obvious that he was not going to say a word until she appeared in front of him.
Slowly, she got up and walked on her knees to the edge of the bed, before getting down, wearing her slippers and popping down on the couch next to him.
Since he did not speak up, Evelyn let the question flow, "Why are you here then?"
If he just had to tell her that she was not going to know about Arabella, he could have left already or he could have Marco give her the message, but he was still here.
"You want to meet Arabella—" he began and before he could finish Evelyn finished it for him,
"—and you are going to use it to your advantage."
One would assume that he didn’t take offence to that, but instead of taking offence, a slow smirk crawled to his face.
"Yes," he nodded, slowly and smirking. "I am." He agreed.
Evelyn remained quiet, giving him the opportunity to reveal his plans or just sit quietly, in case he did not and save the little dignity she had left.
The distance was not much in between the two single seating sofas, but for the man who had long arms and legs, it was easier for him to lean forward and touch her cheek.
"I want my Evelyn back." He murmured, touching her skin and making her lean into it. "And I will have my Evelyn back." He vowed, making her close her eyes in helplessness.
